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The Apple-Tree

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OLD John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, so mellow, and red;
And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,
To children or any who pass'd by his door,
To buy him a morsel of bread.

Little Dick, his next neighbour, one often might see,
With longing eye viewing this fine apple-tree,
And wishing a codlin might fall:

One day as he stood in the heat of the sun,
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Manonton Dalan 28 November 2015

growing your own could be the thing of yesterday

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